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we all ate too much, and I had lots of time with the new baby.”
    “Good.” She punched him playfully on the arm. “I didn’t realize you play guitar?”
    “Did you like it?”
    “Very much. I like your selection of music, too. All the old folk songs and things I remember from my parent’s record collection.”
    “Nobody has records anymore,” he teased.
    She laughed. “So you have a moon-lighting career as a musician?”
    “Not really,” he said, pushing the hair off his forehead. Isabel longed to reach out and do it for him. “I grew up with the owner here, Danny, and I often fill in over the holidays - his regular guy has small kids and likes to be home with his family.”
    “Have you always played? You look pretty comfortable up there.”
    “Since I was a kid, played a few bars around Drumheller in my twenties. Rock, heavy country, that sort of thing.”
    Isabel smiled. “I thought it was heavy rock, not heavy country.”
    “I see you’ve never spent a Saturday night in a small prairie bar.”
    “You’d be right about that,” she agreed. “I’m basically a city girl at heart.”
    “We can change that,” Tray said, winking at her. “How are things going with the book?”
    “Very well. I was trying to have most of the writing wrapped up before you got here … tomorrow.”
    “I know, when Danny called me I couldn’t say no, and I thought it would be fun to surprise you.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss her ear. A shiver ran down her spine, but she pulled away.
    “What about Chrissie?”
    “The waitress?”
    “She looked pretty hands-on. She won’t be jealous?”
    “She’s Danny’s niece, I’ve known her forever. She’s got a little crush is all - not gonna happen.” He leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’m dying to ravage you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit here with you, after not seeing you for almost ten days, and not crawl all over you? Maybe we can go outside for a minute?”
    “I don’t know Tray,” she winked. “I don’t want to take you away from anything.”
    They looked across the table. Kip and Jenny, deep in conversation, were completely oblivious to them. Barry, meanwhile, was flirting with a brunette woman in a short red dress at the bar. Valerie was talking on her cell in the lobby, one eye on Barry and the woman in red.
    “Look,” Tray said, checking his watch, “I can’t really go now anyway, I just have a few minutes between sets. How about after? We’ll grab a drink somewhere.”
    Isabel’s heart pounded. She buzzed with the anticipation of a sixteen-year-old.
    The bartender shut down the music overhead, a not-so-subtle sign that his break was over. “That’s my cue,” he said, rising. “Say yes.”
    “Of course, I’ll see you after.” He gave her a quick peck on the forehead, picked up his beer, and she watched him make his way back to the stage. He was one beautiful man, and watching him walk away, she couldn’t quite decide which was his best side. She smiled, anxious to see what the rest of the night would bring.
     
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    Isabel moved into the far corner of the lobby, away from the music and loud chatter of the bar. Two calls to her daughters’ phones had gone unanswered. They’d sent her a text hours ago saying they’d arrived safely and to give her the name and number of the hotel. She had a bad feeling - she shook it off, she was probably just wound up having Tray close again. She’d try them again in a little while, or simply call to the front desk at their hotel. She considered calling Jean. To say what? That she was feeling anxious … ‘cause her “boyfriend” was here early? Maybe not.
    She relaxed into one of the lobby chairs, needing a moment to regroup. From this vantage point, she had a clear view of Tray on the little stage. He looked good up there. Comfortable, confident, sexy as hell. He glanced in the direction of the table and nodded to Barry, who stood and went around the